#of fur and fangs

[akwolfgrl]

of fur and fangs part 1

John stepped out of his therapist office more frustrated than when he first entered. As nice as she seemed, his therapist, Ella, wasn't very helpful. She was fully human and had never seen the horrors of war, had never tasted blood on her lips, the surge of adrenaline, or had gun powder coating her hands. She had never cut open a fresh-faced boy too young to be in this war and pick out bits and pieces that didn't belong there. She had never taken a life. She never had to lay there as her blood seeped out onto the sand while silver burned in her veins, praying to Máni to let you live. It felt wrong telling her about the war, about being a werewolf when she couldn’t even possibly begin to relate. The wolf agreed with him - no need to be airing everything out to strangers.

These useless therapy sessions were required for his pension, which was required until he found a job. However, who the hell would hire a PTSD lone werewolf in London, no smart person would be sane enough to do so. If he hadn't left his old pack, he would have a support system to fall back on. John had given that up in order to pursue a career in the army. How had his life gotten so far off track?

He continued to walk forward with a slight limp. His leg would be healed probably in the next day or so. Provided he ate a decent meal. Which was unlikely going by the state of his finances. At least most people wouldn't notice the limp. Thankfully, John and his wolf were in agreement about showing weakness; it left them vulnerable. Not that there was anything likely to attack him, even if they both were spoiling for a good adrenaline rush. This was modern-day London, after all - what did he have to fear from a mugger?

John continued along down the street. He really didn’t want to go back to his dreadful bed-sit. It was tiny, cramped, and smelled of mold, stale cigarettes, human waste, and a touch of meth. He hadn't even bothered marking the bed sit as his territory.

[kookydoodleky]

I know I’ve been missing for a while so here are some monster girls cuddling and kissing :) 👍

[ghosted-jazz]

Recently learnt that Fang is (at least currently) a Jerboa and I simply had to draw it

[his-catness-tchalla]

Fangs of Fortune ep.17

[sbd-laytall]

I adore his little fangs. They're such a sick character detail.

Nightcrawler (1985) #1

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it's almost sunrise 🌅

[aroace-coyote]

species dysphoria actually is so fucked up cause. a lot of the time when people have dysphoria there's at least the comfort of the fact you can change things so you look like a different person. my problem is that i look like a person at all. im not saying it's worse just that its really messed up bro...

i hate having a human body i actually hate it and i don't want to be told "oh but think of the good things", the "good things" are the exact same things i absolutely hate and you cannot change my mind about it. i hate looking like this. i could have looked like anything yet i look like a fucking human and i hate it so so so much.

it just randomly got really bad sorry i had to talk about it

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Got carried away with this Magma "doodle"~

[akwolfgrl]

Of fur and fangs part 8

<part 7

Sherlock turned and headed for the door, hearing Lestrade footsteps on the stairs. Excitement was beginning to stir in his veins. He quickly opened the door before Lestrade could knock. His black with a white trim masked looking eyes were frantic, not even glancing over at John.

“Where at?” Sherlock kept his face cool and composed, he didn't want to give his eagerness away.

“Brixton. Lauriston Gardens.” Lestrade didn't bother with any social niceties getting right to the case.

“What's different about this one? You wouldn’t have come to get me if there wasn't something different.” Sherlock could go and figure it out, but the need to show off for his new flatmate was more pressing.

“You know how they never leave a note? Well, this one did, and it’s odd. Will you come? It’s got to be at least an eight,” The raccoon shifter had a different idea of an eight then he did, but it was still a case Sherlock was eager to solve.

“Who's on forensics?” Sherlock hoped he wouldn't have to deal with that incompetent wizard.

“It's Anderson.” No such luck then. “Does that even matter? You'll just insult whoever's working, as always.”

“But I need an assistant,” Sherlock complained.

“Sherlock, don't be difficult. Will you come?”

“Yes, yes, but not in a police car. I'll be right behind.” He would never ride along in a police car if he could help it.

“Thank you.” He quickly headed out the door.

As soon as he was gone, Sherlock grinned and leapt for joy. He had been itching to get in on this case for months now. Scotland Yard had blundered about blindly long enough.

“Brilliant! Yes! Four serial suicides and now a note! It's Christmas, but better.” He grabbed his coat and scarf.

“I’m off, Mrs. Hudson,” he gave her a peck on the cheek. “John, make yourself a cup of tea and make yourself at home. Don't wait up. I'm sure Mrs. Hudson has something for you to eat.”

Sherlock quickly headed downstairs and was about to hail a cab when he remembered something. John Watson was an army doctor. He could be useful, and, unless he was wrong - which he rarely ever was - John was starved for adrenaline and excitement. He quickly headed back up the stairs. John was putting his mug and tea box in the cupboard, but turned around when Sherlock re-entered the flat.

“You’re an army doctor, in fact you're a surgeon,” Sherlock stated.

“Yes."

“Any good?” Sherlock asked.

John’s chin tilted up with pride. “Very good.”

“Seen a lot of injuries then, a lot of violent deaths.” John's full attention was on him. “Bit of trouble too, I bet.” If Sherlock had pegged this man correctly this doctor would be eager to see more.

“Hmm, yes, of course, enough for a lifetime. Far too much,” John replied in a dull tone that spoke of the fact he knew what was expected to be said, but didn't mean a word of it.

“Want to see some more?” Sherlock said with a smile, knowing what the answer was.

“God, yes."

Sherlock watched the shorter man's eyes brighten to a bright silver blue for a second before darkening back.

Part 9 >

[friendlyfangs]

Everybody remember wash your claws brush your fangs comb your fur ☝️

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Thank you Nightcrawler very cool 🙂‍↕️

[sylfeanne]

Hyena oc sketch commission💜💛

( art for CookieDergy )

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Fangs of Fortune (ep. 28)

Ahah, this episode delivered so much hilarious goodness. Unexpectedly so, because from now on, I feel, it's just a journey downhill. But this here was 90% comic relief and close to no drama (but of course someone had to die, gotta keep those death rates up so no one would suspect a happy ending).

As much as I love my babes Wen Xiao and Zhao Yuanzhou, they somehow jumped off the romantic bandwagon /and now it seems like that plotline didn't even exist/. They are now more like a bickering couple that's been married for 10x years. Still, the polycule is there but somehow the romance is leaning fully on ZYZ and Zhuo Yichen now with the boys acting like hubbies (my eyes are queer, I know, I know)

ZYZ: "Am I not a man?" WX: "You're an ape" XD

"Right now they heard our words of love. It's embarrassing," says the least embarrassed man in the Whole Universe. That fur coat is a paid guest star, I swear, it's so good on him :3

"Your ice marks are about to crack," the only thing that is going to crack is your skull, Yinglei, if you continue talking to our freshly made demon boy Zhuo Yichen like that XD

WX: I just want the dragon scale so I could stay with him forever. Isn't that right? /looks at ZYZ lovingly/ ZYZ: O___o Of course… /thinking Zhuo Yichen will skin him alive when they get back home/

ZY: Zhao Yuanzhou, you keep your inner core. I will not exchange it for anything, not even the Cloud Light Sword /because I love you, you stupid ape/

Yinglei: We should sacrifice ZYZ for Bai Jiu ZY: WTF are you talking about? O.o ZYZ: /deathwish mode activated/ Yinglei: We should choose firmly… I choose Bai Jiu! WX: Don't you think ZYZ wants to be chosen firmly? ZY: Am I a joke to you? WX: Oh right… he was chosen by malicious energy In.Demon: I'm right here, babe /looks at ZYZ lovingly/ Yinglei: Don't you wanna save Bai Jiu? /just kill him already/ Pei Sijing: /just kill him already/ ZY: Dafuq is wrong with you people? O_o ZYZ: /sad deathwish mode activated further/ WX: /to everyone/ We're a polycule you don't have a say in this ZY: /breaks up with everyone for ZYZ/ Whoever wants to kill him, kills me first /Imma demon now, bitches/

Gotta admit, they had me there for a moment XD Top-notch theatrics))) Poor baby Zhuo Yichen got a psychological trauma after the whole thing XD

Yinglei: We're okay, but I think he's not… ZY: /silently brooding in the corner/ ZYZ: Hold my fur coat, I've got this /goes on a suicide mission/ ZY: Go away >:[ ZYZ: /retreats instantly/ Hubby is in a bad mood Yinglei: /cries-snorts from laughter silently/ ZY: /gives ZYZ a pouty death glare of doom/

But I feel you, Xiao Zhuo. This is like the worst prank in the world! My poor baby was probably heartbroken. There's enough PTSD in his life, why make it worse? XD

[nixsmis]

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